Bad Poetry Monday - 11 March 17, 2008
Oof–barely still Monday!
This winner makes my “not quite so strange as I was in high school” self want to barf. I found it while looking for the glorious beauty that is my Ode to Pop Tarts. Couldn’t find that lovely poem, so here is one to placate you, the masses (read: two people) who actually visit my blog on Bad Poetry Mondays.
Not only did I write bad poetry, but I apparently suffered from some punctuation-related illness.
The Music
The music resonates in my ear –
This music of the night –
The song calls me to dance –
My partner is the moon.
I lead.
Every swirl and step –
Is music in itself.
Gracefully we glide –
Forever –
Because the Music never stops
He he, I love that you *led* when you danced with the moon. Now THAT is power.
I wasn’t much of a poet, but I did pen one or two monstrosities during that time of life. (And for what it’s worth, I still suffer from punctuation-related illness.)
Still waiting for pop tarts!!!!!!!!!! One fine Tuesday I will come and find it waiting (since I never make it on Monday!)
And I thought you were going to start your post with an “oof-da!”
Pop tarts — how about toaster streudels?
Toaster Streudels just don’t do it for me. They’re too gooey.
I have yet to locate that poem…